Short Horror Stories

My friends and I loves to steal from our neighbors for fun. I don't know if that's normal for teens but it is, for our group, I could say that much. But what we saw tonight might change that thought. Well not for the better, not for the people around us, nor for some world peace and stuffs. We're not that m.a.t.u.r.e to think about the world and everything else. I know we'll stop for our sake, our safety.

What we saw tonight is something too much for us to handle. My friends are still barfing up till now. Even Mike whom I thought was the bravest of the group is currently crying. I've never seen him cry, not until now that is. I mean, it's not only him who felt that kind of terror, I know I did. They say I'm the most logical guy in the group. I know what you're thinking, how can a thief be logical right? But believe me, I am, or shall I say, I was.

What we saw today is something that can't be describe by any logical person. I know, I saw it. I, I mean we felt hopeless at that time. Have I told you that we only steal from our neighbors? Well, now I told you that because the house we went to was one of our neighbors house, an old lady to be precise. We went in, Jet stayed outside as a look out, everyone else went in.

There were four of us inside. Of course it wasn't really necessary for all of us to get in, I mean who's afraid of an old lady, right? We can easily beat her up and go. But the four of us went in anyway. So that we can get out faster and move to the next neighbor right away. That's what we thought. But what we saw made us grateful that we went together.

Although it would have been better if we never went there in the first place. The house was big, we tried sneaking inside the old lady's room on the second floor, but before we can open the door, we smellt something awful. Like a meat that haven't been refrigerated nor thrown away. We open the door to the bed room and were greeted with blood, a lot of them all over the room.

On the walls we saw heads, a lot of them. All our neighbors that went missing in the past few years, and some from people I didn't recognize. How can an old lady do something like this? I whispered to everyone that we should get out of there, we tried to sneak out when one of us accidentally step on a silicon-like thing. It created a squeaky noise so I pick it up to throw on the side. I saw it was the old lady's face, or facade to be exact. I tossed it away just in time for Mike's phone to vibrate.

Jet texted us. Get out! We quietly descended when we heard a shout. It was Jet's, we saw him being dragged by a man with a butcher's knife. We were gonna help him when the man swung the knife to his head repeating it again and again. We quickly went back to the second floor forcing ourselves not to let out a sound. We glance back to Jet and seen him being devoured by the man. You read it right, the man scr.a.p.ed off his skin, exposing the red meat and gushing blood.

He then ate the inside of his head. I almost vomit at the sight, and I'm pretty sure they do too. We jumped down from the window on the second floor. Most of us sprained our ankle and scratch our knees, but that's nothing near what Jet went through. I just hope none of these are real. We are currently inside my house on the top floor.

My parents are currently not around so we decided to stick together for now and tell the police about it tomorrow. I don't care if that'll cause us to go to jail too. That man had to rot in jail no matter the cause. I heard a knock on the door. I peek in the window to see who it was. I saw a man looking up at us. It was Jet, I can't be wrong about it. The others thought so too. So what was that earlier?

Wasn't that Jet? I thought. But we were overwhelmed with joy knowing that he wasn't dead yet. We quickly run to the door to greet him not thinking of anything else. What's important was that he's alright. We opened the door to reveal Jet holding the same butcher's knife. No it wasn't Jet. He took off Jet's skin grinning widely at us.